Shannon was not the only one who groaned. The god joined his mate as pleasure and need urged him on. He began to move slowly inside of her. He leaned forward and kissed her skin on the bone between her chest. Loki's love making was often urgent, full of games and roughness. But not now, this wasn't about Shannon's discovery and the pictures that played out next to them anymore. It was all about her. It was all about them. That was the thing about her. No other relationship had ever made him feel this secure. She wanted to be at his side, not for his status but for the person he was. And the heritage that ran in her veins, it made her powerful. He doubted she noticed the potential that lay inside of her. She would not need him to bring down civilisations. Her ancient blood would protect her now that it had been properly awakened. But she was still at his side.
"No one does, my dragoness," he said as he moved slowly in her. "Everyone needs to learn." Another kiss to her skin. "You mere started a little later."